"Being alive, aging design, Breeding awhile and leaving a died. In them, leading strife- to inspect his life, exploring his fact, to get him again. Having goodness around, Keeping moving away, he is- Yelling within and Calming away. He lives in his world of angels and sky. To shoot out an orb- which is heading for him. As when pure is impure And pride is a shame, ease makes a strife And harsh is a boon. He lives like a boon, Giving a smile, Venting his tooth, And making no tone." ........................... Thank you for reading, Happy Thanksgiving!